[Mag]Now why should locs give a fuck?What? Nigga my mental's stuckI gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck upPost the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck upWhen the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punkBitch ass niggas know they can't run with meReal ass niggas they get it done with meBecause they want with meHa, it's just the low life I liveShit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done diedMy head stays bustedAll motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with AlhezayHey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die niggaBounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

[Treach]See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealinWhile my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millionsMy pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illinMy gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realinSee, some motherfuckers got loot to getIt's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shitSo my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hitAnd yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a sixCame from east to the west playin steelo with BeelowNiggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilosSo we took every jewel that he just bought from TitoThen Beelow rolled him through the desertLeft him bleedin in Reno, without a C-noteA section or a solid to sell itAin't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbitsCuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler knowYou trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah

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[Krayzie Bone]You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin budAin't no security at the door so they ain't even get touchedNow they better tear this motherfucker upIf you one of them niggas, usStraight to the parkin, lift them nigga whatWe all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and bootsJust watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewelsClean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungryAnd we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the moneyCall it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustlerAnd you gotta have the nuts to be bothAnd I gotta roll with the rawsAnd get with the steady regardlessFuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you withSee we the ones that like to crash the partyDrink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in thereCuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinumDon't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug MentalityBut I know some niggas be fakin themselvesThat's cuz they hoesAnd when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hellAin't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it realSo don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you liveNow I dedicate this to my real strugglersMake em feel ya, fuck makin em love yaAnd y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlersHustlers, hustlers